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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
No reviews? What is this, what is this? I'm sad now.
(Still Tuesday)
Jack's PoV
"What're you hanging around the house so much for?" my dad demanded from his Lay-Z-Boy recliner in front of the TV, "why don't you go over to your little girlfriend's place for a while?"
"I'm not allowed, her parents won't let me."
He laughed roughly, "what, did they catch you........." he trailed off but I know exactly what he meant. I didn't answer.
"You let them catch you?" here comes the lesson on sneaking-around-parent's- backs, "Listen here boy, no child under the name of Sullivan has ever—"
"My name's Kelly."
He stopped mid-because, "no. That's your mother's name. You're effing Jack Francais Sullivan. My fuckin' son."
I scoffed, "what, so all Sullivans are destined for greatness?"
He nodded angrily, "that's right! You are the first to disgrace this name."
"What about Aaron?"
"Who?" I was used to this. As far as my father was concerned, he only had one son, me. And I was pretty close to losing that privilege as well.
"Aaron, your other son. The one you had with Lydia........."
"That boy has no right to use this name," this coming from an unemployed, alcoholic, drug-addict, "it was dropped when he left," so what, he's like Madonna or Cher? "Such a thing he has done that does not make him worthy of the name Sullivan.' This must be the easiest club to get into.
I only have one question, what do I have to do to drop the name?
Snitch's PoV
"Allen, I need you to—"
Watch Timothy I mouthed as she said it.
She left before I could answer.
"Mo-om! My name's Snipeshooter!" he yelled at the closed door.
"She can't hear you, she's left already." I turned to where he stood across the apartment, "what do you want to do?"
"Can Tumbler come over to play?" Snipeshooter didn't hesitate to ask. Tumbler is the kid who lives across the hall. He lives with his mom on the weekdays (across the hall) and his dad on weekends (across the city). I don't like him much; he's quite stuck-up just because he's modelled for Gap. He's a friggin Gap poster boy, what's there to be so proud of?
"Whatever, just don't go in my room."
In a gust of wind Snipeshooter was out the door. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Snitch! It's Specs!"
"What's up? You sound a lot more cheerful."
"Yeah, I've got a date." He was beaming. The sunshine was pouring out my end of the telephone.
"With who?" I prodded. Specs sure bounces back fast.
"That doesn't matter. How should I get ready?" what does he mean 'it doesn't matter'?
"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'? Who is she?"
"Dutchy, but about getting ready—"
Hold it! Rewind, "Dutchy who?" I only knew one 'Dutchy'.
"Dutchy as in John Dutchyshen, goes to our school, but should I—"
"From the play?" that Dutchy's a guy.........
"Uh huh, but can we please get back to—"
"You're gay?"
"Snitch, it's not that big of a deal, he was always a really good friend. I—"
"Don't give me that! How did you know? When did you know? You used to date Spring. She's a she."
"Look, Snitch, I don't know if I'm even 100% gay. Maybe I'm just bisexual or something. Just don't make a big deal out of it. I just need you to be a good friend."
"Are you sure? I have an uncle who's gay. Actually, two uncles because he got married. They went to Canada, it's legal in Ontario and that's just over the border."
"Really?" Dutchy, amazingly, sounded interested.
"Yeah, but you don't think you'll........."
"Snitch, I just want to get through this date unscathed."
"Right, sorry, back to the date."
Racetrack's PoV
"So I was thinkin' baby, you, me, and a couple of cans of whipped cream........."
Her voice came through all tinny, "sir, I just wanted to know if you wanted fries with that. I'm going to have to call my supervisor if this continues."
Itey and I howled with laughter and high-tailed it out of the McDonalds drive-thru. I was starting to be quite happy that Itey had appeared from the distant land of Chicago. Bumlets was spending a lot more tome with his new girlfriend, at least this way I have someone to hang out with. Last time I wasn't hanging out with Bumlets was when he and Snoddy got in a fight back in ninth grade. Over something stupid, I think it was because Snoddy called Bumlets a coward on some level because he wouldn't hang Mr Pulitzer's—the principal—underwear up the flagpole. I got mad at him because he knows I'm like a part of their family. Mr Martin was always there for me when my dad was off doing something. That was about always. But now I have Itey.
We continued laughing uncontrollably until we turned into my driveway. That's when I stopped but Itey continued.
"What's wrong?" he asked me after a few seconds of unaccompanied laughter.
I just shook my head and stared at the very nice BMW Z5 convertible sitting in our driveway.
"Whose is that?" Itey looked uncharacteristically concerned.
"I think.........I think my brother's here."
A/n: ooh! The cliff-hanger! I love these...but strangely hate them at the same time...don't worry, I'll update tomorrow and you won't be left hanging. R&R!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
No reviews? What is this, what is this? I'm sad now.
(Still Tuesday)
Jack's PoV
"What're you hanging around the house so much for?" my dad demanded from his Lay-Z-Boy recliner in front of the TV, "why don't you go over to your little girlfriend's place for a while?"
"I'm not allowed, her parents won't let me."
He laughed roughly, "what, did they catch you........." he trailed off but I know exactly what he meant. I didn't answer.
"You let them catch you?" here comes the lesson on sneaking-around-parent's- backs, "Listen here boy, no child under the name of Sullivan has ever—"
"My name's Kelly."
He stopped mid-because, "no. That's your mother's name. You're effing Jack Francais Sullivan. My fuckin' son."
I scoffed, "what, so all Sullivans are destined for greatness?"
He nodded angrily, "that's right! You are the first to disgrace this name."
"What about Aaron?"
"Who?" I was used to this. As far as my father was concerned, he only had one son, me. And I was pretty close to losing that privilege as well.
"Aaron, your other son. The one you had with Lydia........."
"That boy has no right to use this name," this coming from an unemployed, alcoholic, drug-addict, "it was dropped when he left," so what, he's like Madonna or Cher? "Such a thing he has done that does not make him worthy of the name Sullivan.' This must be the easiest club to get into.
I only have one question, what do I have to do to drop the name?
Snitch's PoV
"Allen, I need you to—"
Watch Timothy I mouthed as she said it.
She left before I could answer.
"Mo-om! My name's Snipeshooter!" he yelled at the closed door.
"She can't hear you, she's left already." I turned to where he stood across the apartment, "what do you want to do?"
"Can Tumbler come over to play?" Snipeshooter didn't hesitate to ask. Tumbler is the kid who lives across the hall. He lives with his mom on the weekdays (across the hall) and his dad on weekends (across the city). I don't like him much; he's quite stuck-up just because he's modelled for Gap. He's a friggin Gap poster boy, what's there to be so proud of?
"Whatever, just don't go in my room."
In a gust of wind Snipeshooter was out the door. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Snitch! It's Specs!"
"What's up? You sound a lot more cheerful."
"Yeah, I've got a date." He was beaming. The sunshine was pouring out my end of the telephone.
"With who?" I prodded. Specs sure bounces back fast.
"That doesn't matter. How should I get ready?" what does he mean 'it doesn't matter'?
"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'? Who is she?"
"Dutchy, but about getting ready—"
Hold it! Rewind, "Dutchy who?" I only knew one 'Dutchy'.
"Dutchy as in John Dutchyshen, goes to our school, but should I—"
"From the play?" that Dutchy's a guy.........
"Uh huh, but can we please get back to—"
"You're gay?"
"Snitch, it's not that big of a deal, he was always a really good friend. I—"
"Don't give me that! How did you know? When did you know? You used to date Spring. She's a she."
"Look, Snitch, I don't know if I'm even 100% gay. Maybe I'm just bisexual or something. Just don't make a big deal out of it. I just need you to be a good friend."
"Are you sure? I have an uncle who's gay. Actually, two uncles because he got married. They went to Canada, it's legal in Ontario and that's just over the border."
"Really?" Dutchy, amazingly, sounded interested.
"Yeah, but you don't think you'll........."
"Snitch, I just want to get through this date unscathed."
"Right, sorry, back to the date."
Racetrack's PoV
"So I was thinkin' baby, you, me, and a couple of cans of whipped cream........."
Her voice came through all tinny, "sir, I just wanted to know if you wanted fries with that. I'm going to have to call my supervisor if this continues."
Itey and I howled with laughter and high-tailed it out of the McDonalds drive-thru. I was starting to be quite happy that Itey had appeared from the distant land of Chicago. Bumlets was spending a lot more tome with his new girlfriend, at least this way I have someone to hang out with. Last time I wasn't hanging out with Bumlets was when he and Snoddy got in a fight back in ninth grade. Over something stupid, I think it was because Snoddy called Bumlets a coward on some level because he wouldn't hang Mr Pulitzer's—the principal—underwear up the flagpole. I got mad at him because he knows I'm like a part of their family. Mr Martin was always there for me when my dad was off doing something. That was about always. But now I have Itey.
We continued laughing uncontrollably until we turned into my driveway. That's when I stopped but Itey continued.
"What's wrong?" he asked me after a few seconds of unaccompanied laughter.
I just shook my head and stared at the very nice BMW Z5 convertible sitting in our driveway.
"Whose is that?" Itey looked uncharacteristically concerned.
"I think.........I think my brother's here."
A/n: ooh! The cliff-hanger! I love these...but strangely hate them at the same time...don't worry, I'll update tomorrow and you won't be left hanging. R&R!